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Deep in the palace, maids styled the princess's hair, adorning it with an exquisite step-shaker. One step, on…

Deep in the palace, maids styled the princess's hair, adorning it with an exquisite step-shaker. One step, one sway, a clear, ringing sound. They reminded her: walk slowly, step evenly, never let the step-shaker clatter. Thus, wearing it, the princess walked step by step from her chambers to distant Liangzhou. To her, the step-shaker meant her identity, a constant reminder of her mission. Later, at a banquet, she met a girl sweet as grapes. She took the princess's hand, calling the step-shaker's pearls "bells." The girl danced with her bracelet, joyful as a bird. The princess's gentle eyes reflected her radiant smile. She wished the girl's happiness could dance on forever. In a silent night, the princess faced the moon in her jade pond chamber. She imitated the girl's dance, the step-shaker at her ear swaying happily. So one could dance with a step-shaker after all. How she wished to see that girl again—she wanted to learn that joyful dance too.

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